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Moved. By Family…

A year ago today, my first grandparent died. For my whole life, my husband’s whole life, and my (at the time, one) child’s whole life, we all still had all four grandparents and [Kuy] great-grandparents.

Until that day. My grandfather died from pneumonia. He stopped breathing while my dad was there with him.

It was hard. It was tough.

But it was refreshing to know the last time we spoke (a week earlier until he could no longer speak), I told him I was pregnant with Cray.

At the time, we didn’t know what we would name him nor did we know it was a him.

Then, the week before Cray was born (we knew at this point it was a boy but still had no name), my mom’s dad died.

Whew.

I went from having all four of my grandparents to losing my grandfathers both while I was pregnant.

I was moved. My emotions were moved. My emotions were all over the place.

From this movement inside me, I became stronger. Our family became stronger. We were moved together and moved by the impact these two men had on our lives.

From my grandfathers’ names, Cray’s name was created. Charles is my mom’s dad and Raymond is my dad’s dad. Cray was how we decided to honor their names. No doubt though…Cray’s blue eyes tell us all we need to know about what truly moves. You see, on my mom’s side of the family (pictured above) we ALL have the same brown eyes…all of my uncles, aunt, and cousins have these same brown eyes. Except for my children. You see, Papa’s eyes are blue.

Coincidence? I think not.

You truly never know where life will move you…for me it was to a boy I met in kindergarten that I never thought I’d marry. It was to a yellow house I dreamed about but never thought possible.

I was moved. I am moved. I will be moved in the future.

No matter what moves you, use it. Take it with you and let.it.move.you.